Artful Living

greener grass

April 5, 2010

My Grandmother loved Spring and always remarked, “Could the grass be any greener?” As a teen, I guess I rolled and eye and tucked that memory aw

One thing for certain is that she never let the grass grown under foot, she was always productive. She worked til she was 93. I loved her angel food cakes and her devious chuckle. Her faith could move mountains and she always had something special up her sleeve.
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